Brain Bucket: The Death of Nikolai
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was
running out of dough and clueless as to what I wanted to do. I could
feel the city sucking me back to its dark crotch. Like an ex-junky still
longs for the bite of the needle long after he has kicked; I almost
wanted to go back. It was familiar. It had a certain comfort. Hell, no
one could see what a tragic figure I cut out here. Back there I could
flaunt my self-pity in some faces.
Without really thinking about it, I started orbiting in closer to that place. Until I ran headlong into The Brain Bucket
One evening I rolled up to one of these fading bits of America. The kind of town that had a good thing a whole pile of decades ago; and nothing but shit luck since. I learned later it had been a semi-hot spot for gold mining and then some timber. But when those industries faded and the main highway was built first a bit south and then the interstate a whole lot further south; the town began to atrophy like a paralyzed leg. It sits astride the aging road. It shows up on no map and I have no way to tell you how to get there. For all I know it just appeared out of a dark time rift, let me in and then vanished across time, taking me with it. Like I said, you find the things you need when you need them. If you are willing to let them be found.
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